Stories van Fearful

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best friend. I was supposed to stand in
the crowd, silent and calm between
the thousands of girls who scream your
name and cry whenever you look in
their direction. I was supposed to look
up to you, to help you in times of trouble
and to be there for you whenever you
need me.

I was supposed to be nothing more than
your friend, you were never supposed to
mean this much to me. I was never
supposed to fall this hard, to look at your
lips and wonder what they taste like, to
touch your delicate skin and to feel the
shivers running over my back.

But I did and that's what keeps me holding on,
because it hurts too much to let you go.

"I squeeze my eyes shut and try to focus on him, his eyes, his hair, his smile. I try to reach him from across the hundreds and hundreds of miles, across the forest and the ocean, to send my thoughts into his mind and to let him know he is not alone. But he is. And I can't help him."